[DJ KLC]Yo Mia. I got the firest beat and I want you and Mac to bust off it.So who goin first?[Mia X]It don't matter to me, Boo.[DJ KLC]Well, we gone flip for it. Call it in the air.[Mia X]Heads.[Mac]Tails[Mia X]Mac, you up first.[Mac]Say, KL. Since I gotta go first and shit I'ma kick this shit one more timefor the old fake ass niggas who thought I lost it. Ya heard me? Check it

Verse One: Mac

Street camoCover my fleshI'm one of the best in the contestsThey steppin to Mac without a vest on they chestIf all you wanted was restThen I'm your Nyquil guyYour night time sniffin and stuffiness I kill with one shotThe murder murder versesQuench lunatic's thirstsI get pussy from nursesComin from churchesThe camouflage A-S-S A-S-S I-NI'm deadlier with my penThen niggas with the mac 10But that was back thenIn 98 I'm strappedCuz I'm on the mapAin't afraid to bust a capAnd I get paid for bustin rapsI like them ghetto girlsY'all can have them super modelsCuz gangsta bitches got bodies like Coke bottlesI get the game from my nigga V9I get the beats off the 3-9Them niggas can't see mineI'm lyrically a therapistA fuckin terroristBoom Boom!I never missI'm on the next level

Chorus: repeat 2X [Mia X and Mac]

Well I'ma flip it like thisAnd I'ma rip it like thatAnd I'ma rip it like thatAnd I'ma flip it like this

Verse Two: Mia X

When the smoke clearsI'ma still be here niggaMic in my hand Rowdy doin the rip the rapper danceI set the lines behind the fallen emcees that challenge meYou cross my pathYou gets flipped in my wrathThe aftermath left bitches quiet as fuckLike when the neighbors saw the crim and the cops came upI rips it up from the gutLike Jack the Shanka ManChasin hoes down with the knife in his handThe better man's gone be MamaAnd you know this niggaOn the top or the bottomI'ma show this niggaHe's goin to sleepI'm too deepThe lady alligatorStick your seven inches in the swampAnd I'ma fade yaI made you motherfuckers recognize the southFor the gumbo flava comin out my mouthAbout dramaBout paperBout settin it offFuck the verbal fantasiesMy shit is real y'all.

Chorus: X4

Verse Three: Mac and Mia X

[Mac]Pass me the micAnd let me dig into they chestsLike AK bullets through they proof vestsIn a shootin festI murder emcees like mediaMac the street encyclopediaWho wanna test me?Bless me with somethin knottinBitches who start pussy poppinRhyme I quote emNines I told emLike walletsI'm rock solidAnd I like it when they suck and swallow itI'm hardcoreFuck that slangin and shitCuz when I'm on the micNiggas be bangin and shit

[Mia]I love them buck wild crowdsMama be center stageThrowin lyrics at them niggas Like hand grenadesYou can' take the projects out of a bitch like meSix figures make me throw bigger block partiesStill warm my bed with a thug nigga of course (fo sho)Still in the mix with all them messy ass hoesStill bust a freestyle with my camouflage sonOff top, then leave the studio with my gun cockedWhat?!